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saved His fur
three small packets of Him currying it off the carpet grey-black wisps of smoke His was the world and everything in it and everyone who saw Him fell in love whenever I was ill or sad He was my sentry kneading near my feet or tucked within an arm under the blankets while I whispered praise and secrets into His pricked ears so glad I am I'd tell Him, He was my dear friend and how His friendship meant more than words could ever describe His golden owl-eyes would stare back into me and then He'd lick with that rough tongue and I would release Him into the night if you love someone you have to let them go maybe that was what the lesson was He was trying to teach me He was independent several times He was lost or became gravely ill but somehow He always returned to us fought His way back when He became too sick it had been too late I had been too preoccupied and realized His condition was grave after any good could come of it that last day we held Him taking turns regaling Him with stories of His adventures and the day we brought Him home to be loved the stories of us this time He did not move listened patiently until she came His heartbeat fluttered at the presence of a stranger He sensed our change in mood there will be two shots she said and this is how it will work how I disliked her in that moment her intrusion into our last private moments was sterile and emotionless He struggled to use his box then at that very last moment dragging himself His paws nearly useless and she helped him in there was no vomiting this time the medicine having finally worked He wanted us to know He was our fastidious boy until the end how cruel to have this happen now after His Herculean effort to show me, us how He could do better do His best to be alright now with the first shot He was snoring sonorously His breathing regular not ragged for the first time in such a long time I held HIM tightly covering Him in kisses and love-whispers thinking He can still hear me and then B took Him in his arms with Him still snoring undisturbed and I knew it was too early for me to let go but it would always be with the second shot we lost forever watching Him go limp with the light going out of His eyes His light going out of our lives we sobbed inconsolable (the hardest was relinquishing His body in His blanket in the back of her car...to this day I don't know what words she mumbled towards us.) Legal Copyright January 20 2017 for this write/poem/work for Our Boy Ghuey for this legally copyright site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World by this Author/Momma to The Boy Melissa A Howells and Pappa B. Time stamped 12:47pm PST this may be imperfect but working through death and grief never is perfect, but a long, sometimes life-long process Vote for this poem |
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